Today is holiday cookie baking day in my daughter’s class. The teacher and all the kids are a joyful cacophony together from their respective kitchens on Google meet, and even Big Brother jumps in on the action.
After helping mis everything en place, I stand back and have everything to be grateful for.
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CJ is so at home in the kitchen it is a joy to be around.
Apropos of nothing –save perhaps a steadfast general commitment to doing good in the world– here is this thrilling cartoon which Gavin found and we love.
In “celebration” of ClaraJane “catching up” to her 4th Grade distance learning schoolwork this fall, we fulfill her long-standing wish to dye her hair.
It’s not my intention to objectify my daughter. I just never saw anybody looks so damn cute wearing a towel on their head. Or a bandaid for an elf ear. Or a bag from “Dollar General.”
The Laughter League (formerly Big Apple Circus Clown Care Unit) has been performing in Boston Children’s Hospital now for 25 years! Today we celebrate with an online extravaganza featuring the whole team and lots of amazing guests.
Some VIP guests include: Jonathan Lee Iverson, Big Apple Circus Ringmaster Paul Binder and Michael Christensen; founders of the Big Apple Circus Coney Island Chris Nurse BB The Grandson of Chuck Jones, creator of Looney Tunes characters and more Burl Bubbles Bello Nock (world famous legacy circus clown and amazing guy!) and more.
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Wiz-Dumb from Dr. Bafu: 1. Listen well. 2. Support your partner. 3. Breathe!
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Bafu also says he sees
hospital clowns as the honey bee,
the children as the flowers, and
the laughter a the pollen.
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“There’s not a lot of fun in medicine,
but there’s a whole lotta medicine in fun.“
~Nurse B.B.
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And finally, from our beloved Beth, the director of Boston Children’s Hospital Child Life Services:
Happy Happy 25th Anniversary to our favorite clowns. You have brought laughter, magic and a sense of wonder to our patients, families and staff…. what could better than that?!?Here is to 25 more years ahead!!!
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Come to think of it: How much *is* 25 in clown years anyway?
As I write, the #2020 U.S. presidential election returns look like this:
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I don’t really seem to have words of my own today so much as chewed off cuticles. Fortunately I am the company of some who are more articulate than me:
It almost feels like an out of body experience. It’s hard to believe this night is finally here, or actually happening. We wade through the blathering of the returns from the polls, and pass through a door in history with existential trepidation. There are two sides in this country -scarcely ever more divided- each of whom currently still believe they can -or will- win. For me it’s not so much about “winning” as it is about the cognitive dissonance I feel at trying to even contemplate some kind of alternative.